As has been said, Ralph had now been a fireman for two months, but heretofore employed in yard service only.
“It’s the chance of my life,” he cried cheerily, as he piled in the coal, “and what a famous partner is dear, bluff, honest old John Griscom!”
“Won’t have me for a partner long, lad,” replied the veteran engineer with a slight sigh, as he moved the lever.
“Why not, Mr. Griscom?” inquired Ralph.
“Eyes giving out. Had to drop the Daylight 8 Express. I’m going down the ladder, you are going up the ladder. Stick to your principles, lad, for they are good ones, as I well know, and you’ll surely reach the top.”
“I hope so.” said Ralph.
The locomotive gave a sharp signal whistle, and the slow freight started on its night run for Dover.